Birthday:May 5th 2000Coloration:OrangeLikes:Being played with, being fawned over, being told I'm beautiful, working on the computer, nappingPet-Peeves:Being ignored, being picked up, being told "no" (an obscenity no kitty should be subjected to!), and those interlopers Gordon and Caitlin!Favorite Toy:The laser light, the string-thing, and the grey mousie. Oh! and packing peanuts!Favorite Nap Spot:In the den window, on a lap, on a book, on top of whatever the humans are working onFavorite Food:I eat Science Diet. I don't "snack" on human food, although deli sliced turkey is tempting....Skills:I'm gorgeous, I give practical advice, I allow people to worship me, I eat, I nap, I drink from the faucet. Is there anything else? Yes! I work at the computer!Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story:My mom and dad lost Annie, their other kitty, to immunization related sarcoma and then they moved. When they got settled, they needed a kitty. I was a pound kitty who had been taken to Petsmart to be adopted. I needed a family. They were at Petsmart and Dad was supposed to go to another aisle to get something for the turtle tank. When he didn't return, Mom went looking for him. She found him in the adoption center holding me in his arms. He and mom fell in love with me and brought me home. Thank goodness!Bio:I have three human brothers who have all grown up and left home. I'm pretty much an only child. Or at least I was until Gordon and Caitlin showed up.Lives Remaining:7 of 9Forums Motto:Orange is BeautifulThe Groups I'm In:♥ Democats ♥, Brilliant Orange Cats Unite, Cats in sinks, Cats who love keyboards (computer, Felines with Creatures, Orange kitties ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Orangie Girls, Sweet FaceThe Last Forum I Posted In:How do I put a background on my page?Mantra:Bite Me

Hobbies:Getting Gordon in trouble, "meditating," and supervising the humans in the family

It's spelled C-A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E!

We, your fur kids are taking this opportunity to wish you all the best for all the love and care you give us.

Because you're such a great guy, we're going to treat you to all the following:

1. Clothing maintenance: We'll sit on your Sunday suit after you lay it out and make sure it's purrfectly pressed and trimmed in both matching and, because we love you, contrasting fur trim.

2. Help with your email: We'll sit on your desk and deal with that pesky computer cursor while you type.

3. Help with your diet: Brat and Mooch have volunteered to help you eat your ice cream. We'll all help with the meat portion of your dinner.

4. Sleep: Even though it's supposed to be in the high 90's for the next couple of days, that won't stop us. We'll cuddle up close if you decide to take a nap. (Please? We love naps, and we're good at it, too.) If not, we'll keep the wrinkle monster at bay while you sleep at night. Pounce!

5. Purrsonal grooming: Brat has volunteered to help with your shower, and Mooch and I will help with toothbrushing. We like running water.

You don't even have to say thanks. You're probably overwhelmed and speechless anyway.

So parent #2 came home the other day all droopy and said, "Maggie, today I took out a cardinal."

You did?! Does the Pope know? I asked. I couldn't imagine he would be amused.

"Not that kind of a cardinal, a bird."

You went out with a bird?

"No. I took one out with the car."

If you ran over him, he was probably already dead.

"He wasn't. He flew down low, right in front of my path. I couldn't stop in time. Splat. Red feathers all over the grill."

You killed a bird?! I was incredulous. My own parent, guilty of vehicular birdslaughter. Probably driving too fast, and likely under the influence of diet coke.

"He was so pretty. I feel so bad."

You should, I said, not letting her off the hook for a minute. People should not be allowed behind the wheel. The world is the worse for it. Now some poor kitty has been deprived not only of her supper, but also of the thrill of the hunt. It's simply wrong.

I am incensed. And I apologize to kitties everywhere for my miscreant parent.

My human brother Mike has two kitty kids, Chloe and Fidelma. Imagine my delight to find that Chloe is now on Catster! Unfortunately, the poor baby's site has obviously been hacked. Someone has replaced the beautiful picture of my little white medium-haired niece with a picture of a guy in a fedora with his feet up on the desk taking a snooze. How crummy is that?!

Poor, poor little kitty girl.

Welcome to catster, anyway, Chloe. Maybe we can do something about that picture. Those evil, evil hackers! May their kibble turn green with mold.

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PS: Ok, the site really hasn't been hacked. That's my human brother Mike, keeping the place until they can get a pic of Chloe taken and uploaded. But be honest, didn't the hacker story sound better?